whether dirt poor

whether dirt poor or filthy rich it should be obvious money aint shit cash is trash when you cant buy life in the real world theres more than money on minds bout time someone on some real no fake shit money dont save your house when the banks wanna take it reality is not the matrix youll find i dodge bullets but i bend cutlery with my mind the game is lame if there are lames in how you play m o modis operandi the words any and why spelling m.o.n.e.y the things you'll live and die for just what money buys? this is your mark of the beast i don't eat when snakes feast I'd rather eat crumbs with bums i dont know where youre coming from concieted and you know it just to hide your feelings youre acting stoic breakem down thats messed up how about i patch you up just to take you down see I'm really a pstchotic killer clown so many styles and your breath hurts its kicken like your tongue is wearing spurs Yo, whether dirt poor or filthy rich, Life’s a game, but money ain’t the pitch, Countin' stacks, but it’s just a paper chase, in this race, we all runnin' at our own pace. Chasin’ dreams, but they slip through our hands, We buildin' castles, but they drown in the sands, Got the diamonds, but they shine with a cost, In the end, it’s the love that we lost. Cash is trash, that’s the truth we ignore, when the lights fade, what you really fightin' for? soul rich, gotta dig deep in the heart, We’re all art, playin' our parts, livin' smart. Material wealth can’t fill up the void, True riches come from the bonds we enjoyed, So whether you struggle or live in a palace, remember, money’s just a number, it’s the love that’s the balance. Stacking paper, but I’m grounded, know the deal, Dirt poor or filthy rich, it’s all about the real. Money can’t define me, I’m built from the struggle, Got my heart in the hustle, never scared to juggle. Counting blessings, not just digits on a screen, Life’s a movie, but I’m living in between . Trust is everything, and loyalty’s the code, in a world full of fakes, watch the truth explode . I’ve seen the highs and lows, know the game inside , Cash can’t buy respect , it’s a different ride. Stacking wisdom over wealth, that’s the true grind, In this life, it’s the spirit, not the check you signed . From the trenches to the throne, I’m the same G, Posture straight, got my mind where the aim be. Whether broke or ballin’, I’m still in my lane, Money ain’t a thing when you’re chasing your name.